Women Becoming Poems:
Lorraine Schechter

Love Poem I Rumi said, "Close the language door and open love's window." So we sit, and talk of history and ideas, our eyes, all four blue and full of light, opening into vast spaces. Instead of this talk, I'd like to speak my heart, dear one, in colors and sounds; roseate reds rising, and fathomless blues descending; resonant tones,                           cello songs sounding around us                                 love words tongued to the tips of your ears, years and years betweeen us. We step in: the door closes.                                              Now only the window and this tremendous light enveloping us.

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Issue #15, April, 2000 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.